10 It's a trick

Mark was drinking wine as he looked out his window.

He was getting calls repeatedly for promotions but for the first time in his life, he wasn't in the mood to go out.

He had to be strong, to not let Videl end up like him, drunk on fame.

* Thump *

Mark looked out with a frown as he heard a thump, and almost crushed up the glass in his hand.

" !!!! "

* Thump *

A man emitting wildness was walking towards his front door .

And the thumping sounds?

" What's happening..?! the guards are falling down! Did he poison them?! Yes that must be it! It's a trick! "

Mark's hands were shaking, because no matter how much he convinced himself, he understood looking at the exaggerated muscles on the beast of man.

He might have messed with one of them again.

" Oh no.. "

Mark's legs weren't moving, he wasn't feeling confident about this, he didn't want to face this hunk of muscle.

* Gulp *

Quickly running upto the wardrobe, he opened up a hidden compartment.

" Where is it?! Where is it?! Yes! I got it! "

Taking out his modified gun out the cupboard, Mark got some of his courage back.

* Bang *

But all that immediately went out the window when a loud bang shook his door.

* Bang *

His heart leapt up his throat as his legs became jelly, oh no, he was here.

* Crack *

The door handle cracked as a hand squeeze itself in, the hand was trying to find the lock as it wiggled slightly.

" Eeeeei! "

Mark wasted no more time in pointing his trusty gun towards the door.

* Click *

The door finally opened, not able to take the attempts on it anymore.

" Knock knock~ "

" !!!! "

Mark had to get it together now, or he would die!

So he quickly straightened himself up, his baggy pants hid his trembling legs.

" And who are you young man?! A fan of mine?!? "

Gone was Mark, now it was Mr Satan standing before the beast.

' I can do this, I am Mr Satan, he might not be one of them, it must be a trick. '

But the man as if on cew smirked as he fully opened the door and brought himself inside.

" I am afraid I might be one of them indeed Mark, oh no, I should call you Mr Satan now..? "

* Click *

Cracking his knuckles, he looked at the sweating Mr Satan.

" You are the world champion? I have some issues with that, let's get them sorted out. "

Raditz started to move inside and Satan finally couldn't take it, he knew he has indeed messed with one of those monster again.

" Don't come here! I am packing some serious heat! "

" Hahahaha! "

The man's boisterous laugh wasn't helping Satan's heart, nor his aim, his shaking hand was going crazy.

* Bang *

So he directly shot without another warning.

" No, I must have missed, yes I must have missed. "

Satan's stance broke, the man was still walking forward, no bullet in sight.

* Bang *

" No.. that's a trick! You prepared an extra bullet! It's a trick. "

Satan's back was touching the wall as Raditz spit out the bullet he caught with his teeth.

* Step *

Raditz was now standing before Satan, and from his trembling hands he simply took the gun for himself.

" A powerful weapon, indeed you pack heat. "

With a click he opened the gun up, and took every bullet out.

" Looks high quality. Do you want to try? Satan? "

" No.. I don't..! "

Satan shook his head as fast as he could and Raditz narrowed his eyes.

" Oh! Shame, can't let these go to waste. "

Before Satan's wide eyes and hanging mouth, Raditz took the bullets and put them all in his mouth.

* Chew *

And began chewing as if it was candy, all the while maintaining eye contact, with every clink and clank Satan's sanity was going down.

And then it finally happened.

* Boom! *

Satan saw it, he swore he saw the man's eyes narrow as his cheeks lit up from the inside.

" High quality stuff indeed. "

* Spit *

Spitting out the used up remains, he dropped them all down one by one.

* Clink clank *

Satan was about to hold the man's legs and start begging but all his plans were immediately out of the window when he heard a voice.

" Honey, who is it. "

" !!!! Sweety! Don't come in here! "

Satan's heart almost stopped as he saw a tired woman walk out, she obviously had high fever but she still put on a gentle look for Satan.

" Oh my! I didn't know we had a guest, please forgive my rudeness. "

Raditz turned to look at the woman, she was a carbon copy of Videl with longer hair.

But had the gentle nature which Videl had after giving birth to Pan.

" You put on a good facade, but why ask if you saw it all happen? "

Said Raditz lightly, the woman pursed her lips and her thin fingers grabbed the hem of her robe.

Yes, she saw it happen, but she couldn't sit still, her dear would get killed if she didn't do anything.

" I am sorry.. for anything Satan did to you, I am truly sorry. "

" No honey! "

Satan's almost broke out when he saw his sick wife attempting to bow down.

She was the only one who knew what kind of stuff he was, so she understood right away that this must be entirely Satan's fault.

" Save it. "

Raditz sighed as he stopped the woman from bowing, he was here for Satan, that was it.

" Just sit down, both of you. "

Said Raditz as he raised his hand and both began floating up, it was a gentle force that held them up.

Walking towards the couch he deposited them side by side, they resisted the urge to gulp while Raditz himself took the main seat.

" Satan, before you decided to take the champion title for yourself did you remember this? "

Raditz waved his tail back and forth and Satan shook as he racked his brain's to remember.

' Come on brain, think! Honey found such a good opportunity for you! Don't let it go to waste. '

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